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bring the hook - gmk doughboy lyrics

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[verse 1: doughboy get money krew]
h*llo motherf*ckers, wazzam god how you doing? it’s deevil innis b*tch, not the devil, ya better learn. man f*ck allen n*ggas and the people playing the devil’s tune, you say ya smokin onnat kid pack, i got my l!ck back. spent on allem n*ggas, i let it off, they gotta 6 pack, bullets got no name, when i aim it, that fye gon hit yo ass. caught dem p*ssy n*ggas at the light who say they really with that. left the hospital, one on the interstate, one coming back. spent thru the whole section, wet that b*tch up like it’s gta, i be motherf*ckin lyin, i bе jocin bad all day, you say they in good hands, could’ve did bettеr callin allstate. you say you down for that drill, i got the hammer, bring out the yellow tape. 20pointers like what’s on my old g*shock, wanna rollie today. b*tch you say you rolling with me, b*tch quit lying, i know you f*ckin fake. p*ssy n*ggas bite the dust, made sure that b*tch got popped inna face, smokin on my daughter, imma make sure all you b*tches catch one, this fa my kids okay

[hook: doughboy get money krew]
bring the hook, fat b*tch thought the demon came up out me when that ar blrddd, nah i never ran, i up that b*tch, couldn’t even make it outside they shook, “doodie call the policeman,” them hollows knocked off they top, b*tch i’m all me, ian ai, man them people lying

[verse 2: doughboy get money krew]
hol on this that purge game, nightmare on tullis st., b*tch i let it off, f*ck a n*gga, what the f*ck you mean? nopd book his ass, throw the book at this man. doughboy really turnt give no f*cks, he gon get rid of yo ass. thought y’all gon make me eat that d*ck up on allem you got me f*cked up, i’mma drop my nuts bout sum sh*t, you’ll get yo head buss. and it’s f*ck dem people, i’mma nightmare i putcha up. leave mo blood inna streets, thought water gon clean sh*t up. ay, go put dem gloves on, mask off, i send out shots. and it’s f*ck atlantic records vp, tell em what the hype bout. left yo steppas dead now yo ass scarred to leave the house, don’t give a f*ck who you is, pastors and a church can’t save ya now

[hook: doughboy get money krew]
bring the hook, fat b*tch thought the demon came up out me when that ar blrddd, nah i never ran, i up that b*tch, couldn’t even make it outside they shook, “doodie call the policeman,” them hollows knocked off they top, b*tch i’m all me, ian ai, man them people lying

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